Yamato Ishida (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
angry_friendship_wolf) wrote2019-11-25 10:33 pm
angry_friendship_wolf) wrote2019-11-25 10:33 pm
[tri OOM] Getting predictable
It’s a few hours before Yamato feels okay leaving Takeru again, even just for a few minutes. The kid is heartbroken, but when Yamato leaves him, he’s managing to give genuine -- if weak -- smiles again. Yamato figures that’s progress.
He sets Koushiro and Miyako to assessing the damage to the town, lets Daisuke and Mimi handle Takeru for half an hour (and preferably debrief Daisuke, although he’ll see if they’ve managed that when he gets back) and heads out past the edge of town, to the place where he and the Mystery Man spoke.
Call it a hunch.
“Looks like we had the same idea, old friend,” the Mystery Man says, as he materialises atop a flat rock, dressed in Ken’s form in full Digimon Emperor regalia.
“Looks like,” Yamato says mildly. “Did I keep you waiting?”
“You did,” the Mystery Man says. “But I knew you’d come, and we could have this little chat before you left to rebuild and I left to set my next maniacal plan in motion.” His lips twitch at that, just the tiniest self-deprecating smirk.
“I’m getting predictable, clearly,” Yamato says.
“Perhaps,” the Mystery Man replies. “I suppose now you’re going to tell me that it was a mistake to try to help me, that the next time you see me you’ll kill me, and so on, and so forth.”
Yamato cracks a grin. “The thought had crossed my mind. Swing and a miss, though.”
“Oh?”
Yamato makes a noise in the back of his throat, rubbing a hand through his hair. “Don’t get me wrong, if it comes down to you or innocent lives, I’ll pick the innocents every time. I’m not arrogant enough to say I’ll definitely save you from yourself, no matter what,” he says. “But I’m still going to try. As many times as it takes.”
He can’t tell if the Mystery Man is angry or amused. It might even be both. “And if I don’t want to be saved?”
“Then I guess I’ll fail,” Yamato says, shrugging. “I can live with that.”
There’s nothing more for him to say, so he stuffs his hands in his pockets to walk back towards town, leaving the Mystery Man to think what he said over -- or not. All he really knows is that this time, at least, there’s no parting remark or attempt on his life, just the hiss of static as the Mystery Man vanishes again.
He sets Koushiro and Miyako to assessing the damage to the town, lets Daisuke and Mimi handle Takeru for half an hour (and preferably debrief Daisuke, although he’ll see if they’ve managed that when he gets back) and heads out past the edge of town, to the place where he and the Mystery Man spoke.
Call it a hunch.
“Looks like we had the same idea, old friend,” the Mystery Man says, as he materialises atop a flat rock, dressed in Ken’s form in full Digimon Emperor regalia.
“Looks like,” Yamato says mildly. “Did I keep you waiting?”
“You did,” the Mystery Man says. “But I knew you’d come, and we could have this little chat before you left to rebuild and I left to set my next maniacal plan in motion.” His lips twitch at that, just the tiniest self-deprecating smirk.
“I’m getting predictable, clearly,” Yamato says.
“Perhaps,” the Mystery Man replies. “I suppose now you’re going to tell me that it was a mistake to try to help me, that the next time you see me you’ll kill me, and so on, and so forth.”
Yamato cracks a grin. “The thought had crossed my mind. Swing and a miss, though.”
“Oh?”
Yamato makes a noise in the back of his throat, rubbing a hand through his hair. “Don’t get me wrong, if it comes down to you or innocent lives, I’ll pick the innocents every time. I’m not arrogant enough to say I’ll definitely save you from yourself, no matter what,” he says. “But I’m still going to try. As many times as it takes.”
He can’t tell if the Mystery Man is angry or amused. It might even be both. “And if I don’t want to be saved?”
“Then I guess I’ll fail,” Yamato says, shrugging. “I can live with that.”
There’s nothing more for him to say, so he stuffs his hands in his pockets to walk back towards town, leaving the Mystery Man to think what he said over -- or not. All he really knows is that this time, at least, there’s no parting remark or attempt on his life, just the hiss of static as the Mystery Man vanishes again.